As Mario made his way into the bathroom though, his body felt sore and achey all over. It want the kind of aches one would get from laying funny either; these were full on stuffy and painful. “Nnnnngh…” Mario tried to work his arms around and around but found they could only turn so far. “Great.” Mario rolled his eyes as he scratched his itchy face. “Gonna have-a tell-a Peach about-a my bad cake. It-a wasaa terrible.” Mario quickly stumbled though and wobbled as an intense nausea came over him. “Gotta… Wash.” Mario continued, itching his chin gruffly. “I need-a a shave. Simple as-a that.” If only it was.
Mario frowned as he looked into the mirror, running a hand along his face. “Huh?” Despite his initial assumptions, he hadn’t grown stubble over night. The complete opposite in fact. He looked complete clean shaven despite having some stubble last Nighr and was his moustache smaller? “_What-a-ever. Must-a just been-a a dream.” As Mario set about washing his face though, he failed to notice that his skin had turned a deep yellow; almost jaundice yellow. Or how his skin was rougher to the tough, almost like light sandpaper. His mind was too busy to notice any of it; planning out rhe rest of his day.
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